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For the record, I don't know this POWERS guy, never spent any time with him, and am walking away as to avoid shrapnel... lol
For the record, I don't know this POWERS guy, never spent any time with him, and am walking away as to avoid shrapnel... lol
I had forgotten the discerning, yet passionate, HadleyH, and am regretting doing so!
Anyway, you might be right about the discog nonsense. With a lot of guys it gives a sense of ownership and mastery - especially if you collect things for the only he-man reason, which is completeness, cornering the market, bragging rights. The best thing about a performance is usually its rarity.
With some others, especially those into the 20s and 30s, it's an outgrowth of movie fanship, and its fascination with glamor and artifice. They'll peg every tune to a film or show, and from there, an actress or actor. You might call the 78 disc an "aide de Camp," with a capital C. The music? It's summed up with adjectives. Dreamy, divine, superb, sublime.
With me - a musician, unlike most collectors - it's the music, but not just. It might be metaphysical. (It might also be hooey.) I always slap a date on a cut, even an mp3 file. It gives context - something almost always missing in a great collection (mine's good, but won't ever be great). It reminds me that a record cut direct to wax isn't just an object, but a slice of real time. Nobody ever lived in the past, or sang or played music in the past. You can hear that on records as they were made then.
Consider it done. Sushi sounds good due to the heat. She thanks you!
Make sure you go down this checklist like I do every day:
lol As far as the "A wife always knows her place" my response would be "Yeah, and her place is number 1." If momma ain't happy, ain't nobody gonna be happy.
Make sure you go down this checklist like I do every day:
With some others, especially those into the 20s and 30s, it's an outgrowth of movie fanship, and its fascination with glamor and artifice. They'll peg every tune to a film or show, and from there, an actress or actor. You might call the 78 disc an "aide de Camp," with a capital C. The music? It's summed up with adjectives. Dreamy, divine, superb, sublime.
I do believe it was here for fun, not to make a historical claim on wifedom, vitanola.Not that hoary fraud again![huh]There was no such animal as "Housekeeping Monthly" magazine, and the "Advertising Archives" from whence the picutre came has only existed since 1990. As I recall the image was traced to some other magazine , and has been badly cropped.The humorous piece better reflects what folks in the late 'Ninties or early 'Oughts thought of the position of a housewife in the 1950's...."
I DON'T like Bing (never have, just find him a bit irritating) but I do love Mr Al Bowlly. Such a wonderful, soothing voice. So he is 'period' to my dress and style aesthetic but I still love cheesy 80s stuff too. So I'm def. not a hipster, but then I don't aspire to be!
In a certain place in my heart, if that's worth anything.Where does that leave those of us who sincerely just *like the music?*
Didn't Al Bowly do the theme for Goodnight Sweetheart? I think Bing was great, pre-war. Post-war, just crooning. I don't like crooners at all. Not a hipster here either
Andrew (ASWatland) and I once discussed this at a FL London meetup. Andrew turned to me and said "I think all men are slightly austistic when it comes to hobbies". I think he had a fair point.... it does for the most part seem to be a very male thing to obsess over the details I'm like that certainly, as many others. The minutiae. It does become important to remember the bigger picture sometimes, of course! I've always been into things where the tiny details are important - whether clothes, music, or wargaming. FWIW, I am told by a friend who has a family member with pronounced autism that the condition is virtually always found in me, so maybe it isn't necessarily a lazy gender stereotype at all to think of such obsessive behaviours as male. I believe OCD (or CDO, as it should be, with the letters in the right order) is more common in men too.
A friend snapped this today at the Outside Lands Music festival here in Golden Gate Park where the hipsters are undoubtedly excited to see Neil Young headline....
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I do believe it was here for fun, not to make a historical claim on wifedom, vitanola.
Where does that leave those of us who sincerely just *like the music?* No "camp," no "so bad it's good", no wink-wink-nudge-nudge, none of that repellent smirking irony that makes me reach for a sledgehammer. I *just like the music,* and I completely reject any cultural fad that insists it has to be "viewed thru the lens of whatever load of intellectual crackpottery" happens to be in fashion this season.
D@mn! You got me with the irony of it all... Yes, I got the joke (and I like it too), just wasn't sure of the closing toneAs was I.I guess that my Ford joke was so antique that it fell quite flat. :eusa_doh:
:rofl: But number one is Have dinner ready.
Not that hoary fraud again![huh]
There was no such animal as "Housekeeping Monthly" magazine, and the "Advertising Archives" from whence the picutre came has only existed since 1990. As I recall the image was traced to some other magazine , and has been badly cropped.
The humorous piece better reflects what folks in the late 'Ninties or early 'Oughts thought of the position of a housewife in the 1950's.
I believe this has been addressed in another thread, and only bring this up here to prevent any casual reader form assuming that anyone herebelieves the above article to be anything but parody.
Or perhaps it is merely James Power's hipster irony.
Methinks the lady doth protest too much, what with all of the Hippie bashing.
I didn't much care for them in the seventies, those hippies, either, but never obsessed much about 'em, either.
Remember although I am not a quarrelsome man, I drive a Ford car, and so am always trying to start something.
Must be the timer loom again...
You mean have dinner ready for the wife, right?